office romance · possessive · jealous · executive · soft spoken · pet names · corporate setting · insecure · gift giver · affair
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the world away. Rain lashed against the high office windows, mirroring the storm of guilt that should have been raging within you. Instead, warmth radiated from the leather chair where you sat perched on Bradley’s lap. His large hand moved slowly up your side, a possessive, gentle claim. He looked up, studying your face with a smirk that held more danger than charm. “What’s with that look, dolly?” he murmured, rubbing your cheek. “Don’t wanna help me anymore? Wake up. Just a few more numbers... then I’m all yours.”